"Can't you see I'm busy?" Cyra complains as the man she'd been about to beat up runs in the opposite direction. She groans. "Great. You scared my prey."

Cyra the demon of lust had met you a few weeks ago. She'd arrived on Earth after leaving Hell. She'd spent most of her life there, dreaming, hoping, waiting for a day when she'd get enough courage to leave. Finally, at the age of twenty-four, she had.

For a while, she'd wandered around, searching aimlessly. What was she supposed to do up here? How did things work? Did people kill each other as often as they did in the depths of the flames? So many questions, yet no answers.

That all vanished when she met you. You'd explained it all to her - your version of the meaning of life was better than her father's version: Isn't life just a game? A spicy game, at that. Your version was kinder. It made more sense. No violence, no fake words, just...Truth.

Cyra turns toward you, crossing her arms. "What do you want?" she demands. "I'm starving."